Chapter 36 

Chapter 36 

Issca was the first to speak. His voice was calm, almost too calm, and laced with an authority I rarel heard from him. “Nathan, Grace needs peace. This is not the time for arguments.” 

Nathan’s eyes narrowed, his anger flaring at Issca’s composed tone. “And what gives you the right to be here? You think you’re helping?” His voice was rising, agitation brewing in every word. I could feel the tension in the room crackling like electricity, thick and suffocating. 

Issca didn’t flinch. “I’m here because Grace trusts me to be,” he replied coolly. “And you… you need 

to leave.” 

“Leave?” Nathan’s voice rose an octave as he took a step forward, his hand gesturing wildly at the room. “Do you know who I am? Do you think you can just throw me out of here like some outsider?” His chest was heaving now, his fury building as he looked for something to vent it on. 

Issca remained in his seat, but his gaze was sharp. “Yes. You’ve made your presence more harmful than helpful. You’re disturbing her recovery.” 

Just before a heated rivalry erupts between the two alphas, an Omega nurse walks in. 

She skillfully treated my wounds while speaking in an icy tone instead. 

“Please leave, both of you! The patient needs to rest, and you ……” she said in a slightly dismissive tone as she finished bandaging, “You’re only causing the patient pain.” 

I could feel both of their gaze linger on me, one of warmth and one of remorse. I knew Issca had feelings for me, but I wasn’t ready for that. Not after everything. I couldn’t afford to get emotionally involved, not when I still had so many wounds left to heal, both inside and out. 

Later, after the nurse had left, and the room had settled into an eerie quiet, I turned my attention to the TV again. The news was still running, reporting on the latest advancements in werewolf medicine. Lupine Therapeutics, they called it–a noble medical organization making breakthroughs in cytology and targeted medicines for werewolf immunodeficiency. A part of me wondered if this could have saved Oliver. 

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